I could hear my little brother playing with his robot toy outside. I wasn't going to watch him because nothing really happens in our small, urban resident. I tossed the spinach salad in a bowl as my brother threw the toy robot unto the ground. Tiny explosion noises pushed past his lips made me giggle. I don't see how he could play outside in such a hot climate. The tulips were even sagging in the sunlight, dying from the heat reflecting off the window. We might as well be in a desert riding a camel and wearing thick shawls with gourdes of water. This is why I am enjoying the cool air inside with my salad.